“When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element” ~Hamlet, William Shakespeare (4.7.2)
“Ophelia”, oil on canvas, 24″x18″, sold, private collection, Toronto, Ontario.